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School was finally over and Zayn was last to leave the classroom. He and Liam hadn’t talked since the day after the party, the jock was probably trying to forget about that night. Nothing new.
"Hey, Zayn. Wait up!" a tall guy, not Liam, shouted from the end of the hall, catching the pretty boy’s attention. Great. Another jock, just what he needed right now.
"What do you want?" Zayn asked, more than just bored.
"I know about you."
Zayn rolled his eyes and started walking again: “Good for you."
He’d almost reached the school’s exit when the other guy caught up with him: “No. I don’t think you understand. I’ve seen you. At the party." he explained, making Zayn laugh.
"Mate, I’ve seen you too. I even considered saying ‘hi’ to you but figured you wouldn’t answer anyway seeing as you were far too busy shoving your tongue down my ex girlfriend’s throat. You seem to like used things, don’t you?" he provoked but as soon as the words had left his mouth he was pushed up against a locker, his back colliding with the hard metal, making him wince.
"Well, I might like used things but at least I’m not some fag."
"I’m not-" Zayn instantly started because, no this could not be happening but he was cut off: “Bullshit, I’ve seen you in Liam’s room the other night, forgot to close the door, huh? You were touching his body, begging him to and I quote ‘touch your pussy’. It was so disgusting but I was too shocked to look away. Don’t look at me like that, Malik. If I hadn’t seen or heard it with my own eyes and ears I would’ve never believed it. Shit, I never expected our school’s bad boy to be a fucking queer. You tried to seduce our sweet Liam, fuck, Zayn I know he’s a fine lad with a fit body but he’s not gay. You on the other hand… did Liam fuck you? Used your ass and left, yeah? He fucking did, didn’t he? Wonder who else had your ass, bet Ant and Danny use it whenever they’re with you. You’re not their friend but their little bitch, aren’t you? Just a fuck hole."
"Fuck you, Samuels, you’re an asshole. You know it’s not like that." Zayn spat, trying to push the other boy off of him but it was no use.
"It’s not like what?" the tall boy asked, tightening his grip on Zayn, who looked at him with wide eyes: “Does your daddy know his golden boy likes it up the ass?"
”Don’t." Zayn growled, still trying to free himself. But Andy went on: “Aww… He doesn’t know you let dudes use your asshole to get off, does he? Maybe someone should tell him. He’d be so disappointed-"
"Don’t you dare-"
"I can do whatever I want, Zayn." he snapped, moving his hand up to the pretty boy’s throat, squeezing lightly as he leaned forward, looking Zayn straight in the eyes: “He has a right to know what a slut his son is. That you seem to drop your pants for every guy willing to fuck you. I know your dad is one intimidating man, what is he going to do when he finds out how you stain the family name? Is he going to hit you? I know in families like yours it’s quite common or would he sent your ass straight back to Pakistan?"
Zayn didn’t answer. If it wasn’t for his dad his family would already know.
He tried to turn his head to the side, not liking the cold stare Andy was giving him and started to squirm.
“Fucking answer me!" the strong boy screamed in Zayn’s face, roughly shoving him back against the lockers.
Now, Zayn might have been scared, not that he’d admit it, but this was getting too much. This guy was really pushing his luck and Zayn just couldn’t contain himself. He took it too far and with the way he was holding the pretty boy, he left Zayn no choice: “Eww. Shit!" Andy cursed as Zayn spat into his face but didn’t let go.
Instead he lashed out and slapped him hard across the face before he roughly turned him around so Zayn stood with his back to him, facing the lockers: “You little shit. Think you can treat me like that and get away with it?" he hissed into the pretty boy’s ear, pushing his body closer to Zayn’s so he was trapped between him and the lockers.
